"Mr. Seth, lunch break is almost over. I promise I will work overtime to get this done," I said, running after the short, pot-bellied man who was the manager of our company. The president was appearing for the first time since I started working here six months ago, but who leaves their business for a totally different person for six good months? All we knew about him, by "we," I mean the employees and netizens, was just his name, Dabris Lookman. A very mysterious personality, with a name I wish to discover soon.

Working as Mr. Seth's secretary was a job below my academic qualification, but I had to do it because this would be my only chance of achieving my aims.

"I said no! What don't you understand?" he bellowed. Mr. Seth always has this evil aura around him, but he literally thinks everyone is scared of him, and that's an achievement? I looked at his bald head with a slightly wrinkled face due to constant frowning.

"You would have looked better if you could smile for a day," I thought.

"What did you just say???" He stopped, causing me to bump into him and lose my balance. I landed on my butt, but he didn't seem to care.

"Don't make me repeat myself, Miss Ethan," he said again. I wouldn't give him that satisfaction to intimidate me.

"Ouch!!! I can't stand upright," I whined instead.

"What's with the silly drama?"

"Mr. Seth, I have dislocated my spine just because you couldn't tell me you were going to stop abruptly to ask a question," I said, this time faking pains and groans.

He called for paramedics to help take me out. I sat on the floor pouting and wincing in pain. Anyone would be surprised that I talked to my boss that way, but he's used to my smart mouth by now. I had to do anything to buy myself more time; I literally lived in the office and had no social life whatsoever.

I was carried away on a stretcher to the hospital close by, and that only meant a week off for me to recover.

Why didn't I think of this trick earlier? Rounded Seth just made this easy. Of course, we all hated our manager, but the pay was good, so why complain? It was even harder for me working hand in hand with him.

"Miss Ethan?" The doctor called as I lay waiting for whatever he was going to say with a smile on my face. This doctor was a hot stuff.

"Yes, Mr.…"?

"Dr. Kelvin," he offered.

"Right, Dr. Kelvin, I'm all ears."

"Yeah, thankfully you didn't sustain any breaks or dislocations, but you'll still need your rest. You have stressed your system a lot."

"That's very right. Can I go now?" Despite having a cannula in my hands, I still wanted to leave this damned place.

"Just a few minutes for your drip to finish. You'll be discharged immediately afterwards," he replied, and I nodded, pretending to fall asleep.

"How many days of rest would I need?" I asked with my eyes closed.

"Two days would do," he replied, packing his things to leave.

Oh! Well, it seems like my plan to have one week of rest wasn't going to materialize, but I'm Sophia Ethan, I thought with a smile.

I pressed the emergency alarm and pretended to have an asthma attack. I smiled inwardly seeing the nurses run around trying to recuperate me. The drama went on and on till I was given a one-week break. I had stayed to make sure the letter was sent to Dass Inc. where I worked.

I was escorted home by the company's security guard. I laughed and jumped around immediately I entered my house and locked the door.

"You would've been an actress, Soph!! Great acting skills."

I was so happy; this was just Monday, and I wouldn't be going to work till another Monday. I waited for thirty minutes before changing my clothes. By this time, it was late evening. I was hungry; I was given just pizza and coke at the hospital. I strolled out wishing I had a friend or sibling to spend time with. Regardless, I'm gonna make this week a memorable one for me.

I lost my parents at age eighteen when everything should have gone well for me. They were murdered in cold blood right before my eyes, but the only difference was that the assassin didn't know I had witnessed that, else he would have ended my life as well.

Anytime I remember that day, I feel so sad. Five years down the line, and the idea of revenge still lurked in my mind. The only thing stopping me from carrying out my plans was lack of money. Although my parents were rich, immediately after their burial, their properties were shared, and nothing left for me.

"Hey!! Look where you're going!" A man hollered.

I didn't bother replying as he hurried off. No one actually cared in New York; just do your thing and stay out of people's way.

I arrived at my favorite bar, got two shots of vodka, and let it burn down my lungs. I mean, I am here to get wasted.

"Anything the problem?" The barman asked after I requested for a third shot.

"Nope, just celebrating," I lied. But that wasn't totally a lie, right? I mean, I'm celebrating getting the prize one week off from work.

I headed to have a seat, but my favorite spot was taken. I couldn't care less; it was just a man who seemed lost in his own sorrows. I carried my fourth shot with me, struggling to get my balance so I won't fall. I sat on the chair opposite the handsome dude. Only then did I realize the hottie that sat in front of me. I literally saw every ounce of sanity in me fly out of my brain.

"Hey! You seem bothered," I started.

"I'm good."

"Oh! Cut the chase; you're actually brooding. By the way, I'm Sophie, but I prefer to be called Soph," I said, stretching my hand for a shake.

He hesitated for a while before taking my hands in his. I felt a jolt down my spine, and with the way he left my hands, I could swear he felt it too.

"I'm... I'm Sean Jack," he said, his voice dark, just like his aura.

"Ohh nice name for a nice man!" I slurred, letting bubbles of laughter flow out of me. I took another shot of the vodka, this time I didn't feel anything as I was too drunk. I haven't gotten drunk in a long while.

"Tell me about you," I inquired. I was more interested in him than I had ever been interested in anything, including my ethical hacking classes, even though it means the world to me.

"Why don't you tell me about you, Senorita?" he said, this time with a voice so sensual that I moistened my panties.

"If you ask me to strip and lay on this table for you, I would gladly do that," I said shamelessly. His eyes darkened.

"Be careful cheerio, you're drunk. Tell me how your day went."

I smiled a very sheepish smile while I recounted my proud moments today.